Tag: gossip

I’ve always understood that you do not speak ill of the dead because they have no way to defend themselves. Apparently the media could give a fuck about that. It’s just a race to get the gossip out and clicks in instead of releasing factual information in a respectable manner.

Over the weekend Erin Moran died. Beloved character, “Joanie” of Happy Days. I was born in the 70’s and grew up watching her. I have lovely memories of her and her show. As I’ve grown into an adult I have seen her not do as well as some of her cast mates. That doesn’t mean her value as a person is not the same.

The poor woman dies. The next day the VERY sources that leave statements of her dying of stage 4 throat cancer, had just hours and minutes earlier DRAGGED her reputation through the mud. Saying the most deplorable things about her state of mind, her choice in spouse, and where she lived and even referenced embarrassing videos of her. Facts or not, we are all human and do not deserve for people to spit on our reputations after we die.

TMZ and especially People Magazine (I realize they are not really “valid” news sources). But these are what people paying attention to. Instead of bringing to light who Erin was as a person, they said the most disgusting truths about her. I am not going to repeat the facts because these slimey sites already did. I refuse to state it.

It’s a sad statement of our society and as people as a whole. No one even cared how. They only wanted to share dirt on a person who was struggling. The worst part, is even before death, Moran lost the ability to talk for herself. The cancer took away her ability to speak.

In the meantime the likes of Trumpster, Scott Baio, and “6 Childhood Actors” stated the most atrocious allusions to her well-being and mental state, when they really just wanted to capitalize on her being in the spotlight one last time and steal some of her remaining thunder. Fuck all the “Chachi’s” out there. Ironically, when I was little, my dad used to refer to little asshole, boys as “Chachi”. How fitting.

Real friends would have known about the cancer. These people who insisted that they “tried to help her” would have stated something about it and stuck up for her. BUT NO ONE did until the end of the day. I barely know my backyard neighbor and know more about her than these people claimed to state. Disgusting.

I’m not appalled or offended. I’m disappointed. At this point, it looks like when I die, I won’t be remembered for anything but being a skinny bitch with a big mouth.

I know this blog comes across as me being a being jerk, but if you read it carefully, you will understand I am pointing out what fucking assholes people are and that we could do things better and be better people if we just think for a second, and treat each other with a little dignity and look at ourselves with a little sense of humor.

I guess you can call this the “Ladies Edition” of residual poo. I guess it stems from the ridiculousness of the current presidency. We have a room full of men dictating women’s rights,

…..and the president’s daughter acting as first lady even though she has 3x as many children as Melania, with one of them just turning one.

That’s right! While the the doting mother of Baron stays home in New York costing taxpayers a fortune, Trump’s daughter is leaving 3 small children to be cared for by a nanny, one an infant. What in the fuck is that? This is not a knock against working mothers, this is me calling out Melania’s bullshit excuse for staying home for the kid. He’s not a small child.

So we got this unpaid volunteer working in the whitehouse gaining access to anyone she wants to profit her family. Anyone who thinks this family has the interest of anyone but themselves in mind is not in their right mind. I’m surprised it has gotten this far. Because Ivanka is not collecting salary, she is getting around legal technicalities regarding nepotism. This is what happens when we have a poor education system and generations addicted to television.

Speaking of twats. Check this shit out! It’s a speaker that you put inside your vagina when you are pregnant so the baby can hear the music clearly. “By placing a speaker inside the vagina, we overcome the barrier formed by the abdominal wall and the baby can hear sounds with almost as much intensity and clarity as when emitted,” the site continues.

This is positively disgusting and you are just asking for a bacterial infection.

It has been proven in many studies that developing fetuses need no stress or noise while in utero. Putting music up your hoo-ha could actually disrupt neural development. Think about it, you’re developing and you hear some fucking noise when you’re just trying to sleep and grow. Sounds annoying as fuck to me. Don’t be fooled by the nonsense of more neurons created during music. It’s just to sell you shit, like vagina speakers and fake FUPAs.

Leaving you on a positive note. I hope you take the time to appreciate this video, because we all want to be hip hop as fuck. Are you hip hop AF

Apparently another march is being organized entitled a “A Day Without Women”. Its premise is to skip work and show how important we are. I think this is a horrible idea as a mother of a child who was in the NICU, PLEASE DO NOT ABANDON YOUR POSTS! Do not punish everyone for a minority, that’s not what we’re about. Teachers! Doctors! Lawyers! Day Care! LIQUOR STORE OWNERS! We need you.

What I think is hell of a great idea is a Day Without Women Spending a GOD-DAMNED DIME!

Most women have all the power in their households. Sorry if that offends you. If you have been reading my blog then you have seen a trend of me stating over and over that all power is in the mighty dollar. (Ignore spiritual shit, that shit isn’t going to get us Equal rights and access to safe Healthcare.) We are the ones that spend the money, whether we work or not.

I’m sure there is a percentage of you that have SAHD and the moms go to work (I’d assume most of those families are libs anyway and would be for women’s rights anyway so you’re included in this power). But in general. Women do most of the spending. Don’t believe me?

Forbes agrees with me. I highly encourage you to read this article and remind yourself of how powerful you really are. I’ll go over it quick for you:

“Women drive 70-80% of all consumer purchasing”

Multiplier effect – we not only purchase for ourselves but are usually purchasing for others.

Gender “is the most powerful determinant of how we see the world and everything in it”

Doesn’t matter who makes the money, what matters is who’s spending it. TAKE NOTE.

Women also make up a huge portion of the labor force.

Women are taking control of their reproductive rights, thus in turn, gives us power to spend money elsewhere.

Women around the world are more similar than different

Women tend to have higher service expectations with regard to customer service.

No one is perfect and we can’t “boycott” everything. But by doing your research, buying smarter, money will be passed around to the right pots. Trends will be noted. Do you know what Analytics is? Ever wonder why when you go on Amazon and look for an item, you suddenly see ads for that item all over favorite sites? Companies invest a lot of their resources in studying what you want. So if you are smart about you want, you can drive the market.
Sounds complicated because it takes work. Happy fulfilled lives take effort. You will feel good about what you are doing, have better products, and change the world.

So this is the famous image that has all the righties with their tighties in a bunch. Before I even looked it up I knew it was a statement left in front of Trump Towers and not just random shit everywhere. It even looks organized.

Regardless, one might fairly argue that a form of protest involving the dumping of litter on the ground for others to clean up is an unseemly one. However, the National Park Service noted that, overall, the crowds at both events (i.e., the inauguration and the Women’s March) were “tidier” than those of previous years:

The cleanup continues on the National Mall following the inauguration and the Women’s March on Washington Saturday.

The National Park Service has been working to get the area back to its original condition, removing trash, taking down the fencing and pulling up the decking for the recent activities.

“We’ve had our maintenance team out there since last night when they already did a pass,” National Park Service spokeswoman Emily Linroth said Saturday. “Today, they are really going through with a fine tooth comb and picking up what’s left. They do this every July Fourth, so they are pros at it.”

This time around, officials say, visitors were tidier than prior years. Linroth says so far, the cleanup is going well.

“Fortunately, a lot of people, even though, the trash cans were full, have stacked the trash neatly as close to the trash cans as they could get them, so that is making our job easier,” Linroth said.

Unfortunately, THIS isn’t enough. *eyeroll*

I am so proud of everyone who participated in the Women’s March. I, personally, did not march (per my previous article), but as stated I 1000000000% support the protests and marches.

We are under a shit ton of scrutiny and putting your trash in the trash bin, around it, or near it isn’t enough. Which is why it is so important to pick up your trash. Everything. To my surprise (and then lack of) I found the complaint on a Facebook post of someone I went to highschool with. It then it turned into a highschool reunion of shit talking and complaints. I find no fault in finding trash disgusting, because it is. But what was funny was that most appalled bitches were the very girls in high school that were in cheerleading and teepeeing people’s houses.

LOL No wonder I floated and didn’t really clique with them and smoked weed instead (and got straight A’s and a full scholarship so fuck off).

Please just keep track of ALL of it. Everything you fucking came with, bring it home with you. Candy wrappers, juice boxes, bring bags for your dirty diapers, take your signs home, all of it. Do NOT give these fucktards a reason to invalidate the hard work you are doing. It’s not fair. We know that other protests have left messes, got violent, looted. No matter what we do, it is not good enough. So CHIN UP. Prides up.

Shit, even if we have to put on our Sunday best to get respect, do it. But don’t fucking litter….and obviously, don’t break any laws and make us look out of control or like lunatics.

The most important thing to take away is, you don’t need to leave trash to make a statement. YOU MADE THE STATEMENT ALL OVER THE WORLD. Leaving dog shit on his lawn after showing him all day what a piece of shit he is all day just isn’t necessary.

I realize it’s gonna be hard. We can do this in a dignified way that will gave the haters nothing to say but….alternative facts.

This badass new mom just dropped the mic. I can’t tell you how refreshing it is to see Peta show off her post baby bump. Because this is the truth. We all shrink back down at our own pace. Some less or more than others. But the fact is Peta isn’t ashamed or faking the funk.

A week or so after I had my baby I ran into my landlord at the time. She asked when I was gonna have the baby. “I had him last week!”

See, I dont bitch about everything. I just call it like I see it. You don’t have to read it.

Speaking of freakin elephants how awesome is this?! I hate HATE the circus and zoos. I’m glad Ringling Brothers is gone. #byefelicia I eat meat so yes, I’m a partial asshole (we order from a special farm so I’m trying). But there is nothing more depressing than seeing ANYONE or anything exploited. That goes for people, animals, shit, even the environment. I’m not like a Buddhist or don’t have much inner peace but there’s just something totally wrong with watching a great beast pirouette. These animals also roam vast spaces of land for us to just put them on a fake mountain behind a moat with some drunk asshole screaming animal noises at them.

Let me expand for just a moment: I tried (again) taking my kid to the zoo last summer. We walked in, I saw a depressing rhino alone. I grinned and walked further around the enclosure to a bird exhibit. I followed my running toddler to an empty corner to see a lonely owl. Wait. It gets better. I look further, and there is our country’s symbol, pissed as all hell. A solitary American Eagle encaged in a corner. Not only can he never fly away, but very few visit him (he might like that part who knows). A true metaphor. It makes my stomach drop just thinking about it. He looked miserable.

On that note! I hope everyone had a lovely MLK day. 3 years ago today my life changed and I found out I was pregnant. It was hard not to tell people, but sometimes you can’t just scream out everything that you want.

Am I the only one that noticed that the number one person that loves you in the world isn’t there!? Why wasn’t Melania at Trump’s first press conference in 6 months? Am I the only one that is wondering why his kids and son-in-law are following him everywhere and that is ok, but his very own wife is not?

I mean I get it, but, um, your husband is about to be president. I live far from the perfect marriage but I sure as hell would be there at those “important days” my husband has. I am so curious as to what was more important than to join her husband and family? She’s first lady! I am truly baffled at this.

In my 40 years on this earth I have never seen anything like this where a president’s kids are there but not his partner in life. His wife! She’s supposed to be his rock, his better half, his one and only and she’s. not. there.

What a miserable existence. For both of them. One of the most powerful men in the world can’t even get his own wife to stand behind him. And one of the most looked upon women of the world, and she hates her husband so much that she would publically not be there for him. I know this play. I did this once to an ex-boyfriend to humiliate him for treating me like shit. So I dumped him the night before his birthday party. Everyone just asked where I was at his party. So I know a cold-play when I see one, and this is so obvious and not just another “oh, she needs to be with her son, he needs her” type shit.

I’m calling you out Melania. You hate him and want the world to know he is an asshole.

Fuck you Channing Tatum and your bullshit “perfect life” picture. That shit is not realistic and you basically made many mothers and wives feel like shit, gave husbands unreal expectations and created an unreal fantasy for future parents. You heard me. I’m hating. (suprise!) I’m sure you’ve seen this image of his hot wife napping. Well let me tell you something. If we all had nannies and maids we would all be sleeping hot and sexy like that too. In sweet marital bliss, clean sheets, soft, unblemished skin rubbed by massage therapists, with full nights sleep, and staff and family members to assist our every need. Guess what, 99% are not living that dream.

Currently wearing: owl pajama pants, a t-shirt I’ve worn since the last shower, and a hoody, WITH the hood up. It’s fucking 20 degrees out. I could blast the heat and wake up like that, but my husband wouldn’t even fucking see it because he snores so fucking loudly I have my own room now. Between the little sleep I get, I need at least a couple quality hours. LOL at this image.

This ranges up there with that idiot Kim Kardashian waving her jewelry around. She got ripped off. My mother always told me to “never let the devil see you smile”.

You know where I’d be after a night of partying, even with baby sitter, even if my husband and I managed to get in a bang? HUNGOVER, carrying my toddler, with my hair in some fucked up ponytail. Sleep? LOL Sleeping in? Fuck you for your staged photograph of #goals that are not realistic.

I refuse to relish in their happiness. I refuse to accept that I could “have this too” if I tried hard enough. It’s easy to get along when you don’t have 1000 errands on your plate. Your husband is just as exhausted as you are, and you look at each other and throw rock, paper, scissors over the next shitty diaper (literally full of poo). We go out on date nights. Both of us are pretty good looking too, but our night is literally a math equation of how many drinks can I get in and how much is this going to cost in the morning. Another issue, when the clock strikes midnight, will we turn to pumpkins and puss out? We don’t even have the fucking energy.

And you can call me out, and say I’m so hating and that I’m miserable, blah blah blah. How many of you have toddlers? I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty active in my parenting. My kid and I are in tune with each other. ALL my energy goes to making sure his life is amazing. I don’t have time to fucking hug my down comforter, let alone make sure my 1000 count Egyptian cotton sheets are pressed and give a sheen. Fucking jerks.

And my ass does not look like that and I weigh 116 lbs. Bullshit.

More bullshit. As you can tell, I don’t like Trump. But I swear to fucking God. Unless I see a video of Trump and some bitches pissing on themselves, I’m not buying it. Show me some red hair, a hand, someone making it rain, ANYTHING. This is the type of gossip that comes from yentas. It makes me wonder what serious thing is really going on that the media is diverting our attention from to the president-elect supposedly being into golden showers. I say this often, but I swear I was not dropped off on the right planet.